The Measure Of Success

I met a man on a walk, he said he was off to measure his success. I asked him what he would measure, and he said it wasn’t status, wealth or health… that it was a different kind of treasure. There was a spring in his step, and a light in his eye. And when he smiled, he lit up the world and I couldn’t help but ask him… why? “You can’t grab what I’ve got, you can’t hold it in your hands; look at me son, there is something you’ve got to understand. There ain’t no treasure on this earth, nothing of worth that you can ever hold or gain…nothing… Can enter into this place, this vacant space inside of you; there is a different kind of treasure and only that will do.”

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